Sister Feet Story Novels & Stories

Megan lifted her head smiling. "When you're ready pull it out and hold it, and I'll give you another treat." Two more hard thrusts and I pulled it out. Megan sat up, pushed herself further back, and placed her feet flat on the table. "Go ahead right there! Cum all over your sister's feet." I let my cock go and a huge shot of cum hit the top of Megan's right foot another spurt went part way up her ankle. I kept cumming, and by the time I was done it was all over both of her feet.

This woman's fair face in front of her did not notice her feet at all. Jessie lightly took a step back. Fifi's high heels stepped on the wrinkled mattress and her heels were not pulled up at all. She screamed and her face turned pale as she was about to fall down. Jessie held back her laughter and reached out to help her. She did not pity that she was her younger sister and did not want her to fall down. It was because her shoes were so tall and there was a hard marble floor tile underneath. This fall caused her to fall down. According to Fifi's character, she would have to cause a ruckus in Mountain and River Residence for half a year.

I honestly didn't know what to say. We walked over and sat down on a large sofa draped in a dusty white sheet. I could feel him unconsciously tightening his grip on my hand every few seconds, grounding himself to the present. "It was a freezing winter night," he began, his voice surprisingly steady. "We were all sitting around the fireplace in the living room. Suddenly, my little sister came running down the hall, hysterically crying. Her beautiful dress was completely torn and soaked in blood. I was absolutely terrified. I was only sixteen years old, and seeing my twelve-year-old sister, Fiona, running for her life made my entire body shake. She kept screaming for us to run, but I was too s

A video played of me licking her legs and feet! "I bet one of my sorority sisters that I could make you my foot bitch by the end of the week," she explained with a haughty laugh as she flippantly peeled my hands off her tits. "Her big condition was that you had to beg to eat your cum off my feet." I felt my face screw up with the urge to cry, and I looked down to avoid her seeing. "It took me less than a day! What a joke! You're such a pathetic little loser!"

That was the social climb she had sought, even if it meant burning me alive, the 'perfect man' she had convinced herself she needed. "Let's get her into isolation and call in another doctor," I said to the nurse, my voice betraying none of my turmoil. However, then, Silvia clutched at my wrist, her once immaculate nails then broken and bare. "No, you're my sister. You have to cure me!" I let out a harsh laugh and shook off her grip. "And who do you think you are?" "I'm your sister! You have to save me! I don't trust anyone else!" Her eyes were wild, almost monstrous.

She slid down the edge slow, bare feet touching the floor, then dropped to her hands and knees. I swallowed, unable to believe what I was witnessing. My sister did not walk to him. She crawled across the rough floor on her hands and knees, then stopped right at his feet. She kept her head down, her hair falling across her face like a curtain. I stared, my mouth dry behind the tape, eyes wide. My little sister, crawling naked like an animal. And to him. "You see, your sister craves to be a slut." He crouched, bringing his face level with hers. He reached out and stroked her hair, his fingers gentle and yet terrifying. The contrast was fucking terrifying.

he smirked. "What have you done to my sister? Where is Samara" she barked as he frowned. "Sister?" He asked as she frowned. "Yes, you took my sister three years ago at that your stupid Halloween show. I need my sister back!" She cried as he cocked his head to one side. "Oh, of course. Samara. Miss 50," he smiled. "Okay, get ready to meet your sister at the lab. Because I need those maggots in your foot, as many as I can get" with that, he started walking away as Freddy held her violently.

Her pair of defective legs and feet than the next person, stepped on the pair of beautiful high heels, step by step, into the door of the Jane family. After three years, once again into the door of this family, she remembered, three years ago that day, she stopped that iron gate, and her own brother and sister across the door. And today, once again, she stepped through the door of the house that had separated her from Jane. She walked incomparably serious, incomparably persistent, even if her steps were slow, but also walked incomparably solid, every step was stepped on solid ground. When they walked in, they were already in the limelight.

The scene looked like one that jumped out of a movie and it took a few seconds to register and make sense to me. My sister was fighting off men with a freaking cane!

It seemed, by her demeanor, her nose was bent out of joint. "Let's be honest Bridgit," another woman's voice floated into the conversation. She was a little smaller in stature than Bridgit, same colored hair that was cut short and left down, and had the same blue eyes. These were both of his sisters. She wore a similar outfit to Bridgit's, with the exception that her blouse was a dark grey instead of black and she wore heels instead of flats. She was similar to Riley's stature. Bridgit was taller than both of her siblings without heels on. She must have gained her height from her father, while Riley and his other sister, Poppy, took after their mother. "I'm surprised all of us are here, cons